Analysis of September Midnights
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, borken,
Tired with summer.
Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.
Scheme | AXBX XXCA BXXX CXXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011010010010 100111111110 1001101111 10010 01101110010 01101010010010 100110011 10110 110101101101 100111110110 1101011010111 11010 10111011010 11111111010 111111001111 11011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 751 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 136 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 04, 2023
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